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Imagination could only take me so far. I was ready to dance—and this time my mom couldn’t say no.
There is something about sex that feels like an unequivocal “fuck you” to death, taking something back from that which has taken something from you.
The sentiment persists that scars construct character. I wish it were that easy.
That my brother and I were not white like the rest of my family didn’t seem to matter much. And then it did.
I wanted someone to play with, but I wanted to create the rules.
“You’ll feel like a baby,” she said. But I didn’t want to feel like a baby.
“In line, you cannot ignore the intelligence of the flesh.”
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